The Lone Rangerette and Tonta
In
The Golden Greed

By The Harrpooner

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Characters based on a story written by MrX
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Amos Johnson hitched the team and loaded his tools into the wagon.  He crossed
the yard and hugged Polly who was waiting in the doorway of the cabin, with a
bag of food for his lunch.  He looked at the face of his child wife of two
years.  She was fifteen and he was nineteen.  They were Amish, but had left
their sect in Pennsylvania to buy the farm in Texas.  During their first year on
the farm the couple built the barn and corrals, in addition to working the
fields.  This year they had finished the cabin, but the crops were poor and the
couple hadn't much cash.  Amos had made a good reputation among the farmers and
ranchers in the area, as a blacksmith and made extra money taking care of their
horses and mules.  On Wednesdays, when he wasn't working in the fields, he went
to Brazos and spent the day plying his trade. 

Kissing Polly he said,  "Take care, I should be home about sundown.  But before
I come home, I'm going to check with Doc Harris, about the rock I gave him to
have analyzed.  So just leave something cold on the table for me."  Climbing on
the wagon seat, he started up the road toward town.

The girl watched her husband, until he topped the hill and drove out of sight. 
Sighing, she started her chores.  She fed the chickens, pigs and milk cow,
gathered eggs and milked the cow.  The milk she poured into a sealed tin and
lowered it into the well to keep it cool.  Working with a tub and washboard, she
washed all the blankets and hung them on the clothesline to dry.  By this time
the sun was up and she retreated to the shade of the cabin, to darn some of
Amos' socks and workpants.

Outside she heard the sound of horses and stepped out to see who it was.  At the
horse trough, on the north side of the house, she saw three cowboys watering
their horses.  This was nothing new.  Men from the ranches often stopped on
their way past the farm, to water their horses or just talk.  But these men were
strangers, wearing their guns tied low on their hips and she felt a little
uneasy with Amos gone.  Steeling herself, she approached the men and asked,  "Is
there something I can do for you?"  

The men looked at the teen.  With her reddish-blond hair, crystal blue eyes,
button nose, full lips and blooming body, she easily got their attention. 
"Howdy miss."  Said the biggest of the men, flashing an easy smile.   "We didn't
mean to scare you.  We just came off the badlands and haven't had anything to
eat in two days.  We'd sure be happy to pay you for some food."

"It's missus!"  The girl corrected him, then showing concern added,  "If you
want to clean up, there's soap and a towel by the trough.  I'll go in and have
something ready for you shortly."  Turning she went into the cabin.  

The men's eyes followed her retreating form and smiled at each other.  "Think
she suspects anything?" one asked the leader.

"Even if she does it's to late for her now!"  The big man said.  " And the boss
was right, she is about the prettiest little thing I think I've ever laid eyes
on. Let's get something to eat, then we'll start on her!"

"Yeah, start on her!"  Repeated the smallest man of the group.

As the three men entered the cabin the smell of cooking food filled the room.

"Sit down."  Offered Polly.  "Everything will be ready in a bit."

While they pulled up chairs and hung their gun-belts on them, she dished up
eggs, ham and fried potatoes on each plate.  Then poured hot cups of coffee and
put fresh sliced bread, butter and wildberry jam on the table.  Before the men
could dig into the hot food, the girl bowed her head and prayed.  "For what we
are about to receive, we are truly grateful.  Amen."

"We are grateful."  Parroted the little man, as he smiled at the teen.

While the men ate, Polly returned to her darning.  There was no talking.  The
only sounds were the scrape of utensils on plates and chewing, as they ate
hungrily.  After they had cleaned their plates and were drinking the coffee, the
leader looked over at Polly and said,  "All we need to top off this meal, is
some dessert."

"I'm sorry, but I haven't baked anything yet today."  Apologized the young girl,
not looking up from her work.

"Don't worry Missus."  Said the man as he stood from the table and walked across
the room toward her.  "You are dessert and you're fine just the way you are!" 
Before Polly could move, he grabbed her under the arms and lifted her from the
chair.  As the young girl dangled in his hands, the man pulled her close and
kissed her lips, smashing them cruelly with his.

Polly thrashed wildly about, trying to get free of his grip.  Quickly, the other
two men joined him and held her arms tightly, pinning her between them.  The big
man grabbed her bodice at the neck and pulled.  The buttons popped off and the
garment gaped open, revealing the camisole beneath.  The men wrestled the bodice
off the girl's arms and dropped it to the floor, while maintaining their hold on
the struggling teen.  The big man unbuttoned her skirt and let it slip to her
feet.  The blushing  girl stood in only her camisole and pantaloons.  "Top or
bottom, boys. Which will it be?"  He asked.

"Top!"  They chimed.

Pulling hard the cotton garment ripped down the front and her pert breasts were
exposed.  The shredded cloth was pulled off the blushing teen and discarded. 
The three ogled her firm young tits.  The big man lifted both breasts in his
hands, as if weighing them.  "They're not real big."  He said,  "But they're a
nice handful."  Roughly he squeezed them, as the girl sobbed and begged him not
to hurt her.  Ignoring her pleas, he pulled hard on her nipples and rolled them
between his thumbs and forefingers.  Now she was screaming and trying to break
free, of his torment.

Smiling, he released her reddened nipples and kneeled in front of her.  Slowly,
he untied the string that held her pantaloons up, then slid them past her hips
and down her legs, yanking the pantaloons to her ankles.  Gazing at her pink
labia showing through the curly pubic hair, he put his nose to it and inhaled. 
"God she smells sweet!"   As he spoke, the scared teen's bladder released and
urine flowed down her legs.  

"Please leave me alone, please go!  And I promise I won't tell anyone about
this!   Don't hurt me, please!"  Begged the girl, as she stood in her puddle of
pee.

"Well boys, since she asked so nicely, should we let her go?"  Teased the big
man.

The man on each side grabbed a tit and squeezed as they answered in unison. 
"Hell no Scar, we want some of this sweet young pussy!!"

Smiling sweetly he grabbed the girls face, gripping her tight, he said,  "Well
Missus, I tried, I really tried, but these evil men have their mind set on
fucking you!!"  To his companions he said.  "Tie her to the bed!"  Grabbing some
baling twine near the door, he threw it to them.  "Use this and tie her tight!!"

Soon Polly was tied spread-eagled to her bed.  The men had done a good job, she
could barely move, they had also gagged her.  At the foot of the bed sat the one
named Scar, taking his pants off.  As he stood up, her eyes widened as she saw
his hard-on.  His penis wasn't as long as Amos', but it was about three inches
thick.  Could her labia stretch enough, for him to poke that thing into her,
without it tearing her?  Closing her eyes, she awaited him shivering with
fright.

Scar walked to the stove and stuck his hand into a bowl of bacon grease, she
kept for frying and rubbed his dick with it for lubrication.  Satisfied, he
returned and got on the bed between the bound girl's legs.  Reaching under her
ass-cheeks he elevated her, until his penis pressed against her vaginal opening. 
He looked at her clenched eyes, as he rammed his prick into her.  The canal was
tight, but he continued to force his prick into it, until his complete length
was inside her.  Pollys' eyes were open now, silently pleading for him to stop.  

Smiling he began savagely plunging in and out of her velvety hole.  Their
pelvises were banging together and his scrotum slapped against her ass.  He
enjoyed listening to the muffled screams of his victim, until unable to hold it,
he ejaculated in her.  Disappointed that he had spent such a short time in her,
before blowing his wad, he tortured her tender breasts, kneading and trying to
crush them under his weight, blaming her for bringing him off too quick. 
Reluctantly he pulled his shrinking dick from her warm pussy and made way for
the next man.

Harry had already shed his clothing and with his prick standing at attention, he
took his place before Polly's pussy.  She could see that although he wasn't
nearly as broad as Scar, but he was probably ten to eleven inches long. 
Carefully he guided his member into her.  She was lubricated now, so he slid his
dick in smoothly and began to rape her.  He worked slowly, pushing the full
length of his cock in, then pulling all out, but the head, then penetrating her
again.  He did this over and over, in no hurry to finish.  Finally she felt him
pull his dick out and watched him ejaculate with his hand, spurting his stringy
sperm on her stomach.  Turning to the small man he said,  "Okay Shorty, it's
your turn!"

Polly looked at Shorty and relaxed, the small man's dick was only about four
inches long and an inch in diameter.  How could he hurt her, after she had taken
his two friend's larger penises?  He ran to the stove and smeared some bacon
grease on his prick.  Moving quickly onto the bed, he reached under the girl and
lifted her ass up.  She awaited his entrance into her vagina, when she felt
pressure on her sphincter, suddenly his penis slipped into her virgin anus. 
Shorty was happy.  He had found a hole that was tight enough for his small
prick.  Gleefully he banged away at the poor girl's asshole, until finally he
came.  He pulled his feces and cum covered dick from Pollys' sore ass and wiped
it on the bed linens.

As the small man finished, Polly relaxed.  They'd had their way with her. 
Maybe, now they'd just leave.  There was nothing to steal and they had eaten. 
Her hopes were quickly shattered, when Scar climbed back on the bed and started
to enter her abused, swollen vagina again.  The disappointment was too much for
her and she fainted.

She came to, sputtering and choking from water in her mouth and nose.  As her
senses returned, she realized that they had doused her with a bucket of water.

"Don't try that any more!"  Roared Scar,  "If you faint again or try go to
sleep, we'll dump more water on you!"

As the day wore on and the teen lost track of how many times the trio raped her. 
It all soon became a blur and she was numb, to their abuse.  Two or three more
times, they had to soak her back from the peaceful blackness of unconsciousness.

The last time, she awoke to find them dressing.  As they buckled their guns back
on their hips, she heard Scar say,  "Welcome back Missus, wanted you to know
that we're leaving and arranging a warm welcome for your husband, when he gets
back from town."

"What was he talking about?"  She thought.  Then she smelled the coal oil.  The
cabin smelled like it was covered with it.  

"Cut that gag off her, so that she can call her Amos, when he gets home.  If he
gets here in time."  Scar told Shorty.

As her gag was cut off, Polly looked out the door and could see the sun was
setting, Amos should be here any time now.  

"Cut me loose, please.  You can't leave me tied up in here!  Please don't leave
me in here!!"  She screamed, as the men walked out and closed the door.  Outside
she heard a whoosh, as a match ignited the coal oil!  Then, the sound of horses
being ridden away.  

Flames rapidly covered the outside of the building and crept under the door. 
Smoke and heat started to fill the room and Polly had trouble breathing. 
Outside she heard the sound of Amos' wagon and screamed his name again and
again, until she passed out!

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 Over the hill, two riders had just dismounted and were starting to make camp
for the night.  One rode a great white stallion, the other a paint pony.  

"Kemo sabe."  Called the Indian,  "I can smell smoke!"

"Is it a campfire?"  Asked the one wearing a mask.

"No, it's too large, probably a house or a barn!"  Answered the Indian.

Scanning the horizon they saw the glow of a fire against the darkening sky. 
Swinging back into the saddle, the two rode to the top of the hill.  In the
valley below they saw a cabin engulfed in flames.  A lone man ran about trying
to put out the fire.  Urging their horses forward, the two riders raced to help. 
As they neared the man, they could see that his hands and face were badly
burned, his hair was singed and his clothing was smoking.  

As he saw the two approach, he yelled,  "My wife is in the house, help me!!"

Not stopping, the masked rider rode the stallion to a nearby clothesline. 
Jumping off, the rider's hat and gun-belt were dropped on the ground.  Grabbing
a blanket off the line, the figure ran to a horse-trough beside the burning
cabin and quickly soaked the blanket.  Then sheltered under the dripping blanket
the person dashed to the front of the cabin and crashed through the burning
door.  Once inside, a scan of the room revealed a nude girl tied to a bed in one
corner.  Miraculously, although the rest of the room was in flames, the bed had
not ignited.  The rider grabbed a knife off a table, on the way to the girl,
then cut her bonds, picked her up and covered her with the blanket.  Avoiding
the fire and the falling debris, her rescuer carried the girl outside to safety. 
Just as the two cleared the doorway, the roof of the cabin crashed in, belching
fire and cinders onto the blanket of the fleeing duo.

Safe, the legs of the running figure gave out.  Stumbling, the two people under
the blanket sprawled onto the ground.  Amos and the Indian ran to help them. 
Ignoring the pain in his hands, Amos drug Polly from under the steaming blanket
and checked to see if she was breathing.  Her chest hardly moved!  They might
have been too late!   The masked hero took the girl from her husband and
wrapping the lifeless girl inside the blanket, took her to the trough and
immersed her.

Polly revived immediately and tried to break free of the blanket, screaming, 
"Let me go, don't kill me, please let me go!!"  Amos pulled his shaking wife
from the water and held her close, whispering soothingly in her ear, until
finally she relaxed and stood quietly in his grasp.  Amos looked up to thank
their saviors, What he saw surprised him.  In the confusion of the fire, he
hadn't noticed the duo were women.

The masked woman was tall, over six feet, with sun-bleached hair, plated in one
braid and a voluptuous body.  She wore a gray shirt tailored to accent her large
breasts and slim waist.  She also wore gray pants that hugged her long slender
legs like a second skin.  She was buckling a pair of ivory handled, silver
plated revolvers, in black, silver decorated holsters, onto her shapely hips and
replacing her white hat, on her head.  A red neckerchief, gloves and black boots
completed her outfit.

Her companion was an Indian maiden, shorter than her masked friend, but no less
attractive.  Her long black hair was done in two braids.  She wore a fringed
leather vest tied across her ample breasts and a loincloth, that was mid-thigh
length.  Her moccasins were knee high and accentuated her firm shapely legs. 
She wore only one bone-handled six-shooter, on her belt, with a knife in a
scabbard.

The masked woman said,  "Tonta go get a dry blanket off the line."  In a bit the
maiden returned and with Amos' help, they dried and covered the shivering Polly.

After giving Polly time to compose herself, they asked if she could tell them
what had happened.  The young girl related her story of rape and sodomy.  A
shiver went up the spine of the masked heroine when she heard of the abuse the
young girl had endured.  As they heard about the water drenching the bed, they
understood why it hadn't burned.  The men's mistake had saved the girl's life.

The Rangerette and Tonta were concerned about the youth of the couple.  But as
they talked and listened to them for a while, they realized that they were
mature beyond their years.  They began to admire the couple for their hard work
and dedication to their dreams.  The west needed more people like them.  As they
talked, the women treated Polly and Amos the best they could, with their limited
first-aid kit.  It was more suited to gunshot wounds and cuts, than burns.

"Tonta, I want you to go in to town and send Doctor Harris, that Amos told us
about, back to care for Polly and Amos.  Then talk to the sheriff and see if he
knows Scar and Shorty.  I'll stay here with Amos and Polly, to see if we can
settle them in the barn."

"Alright."  Said the Indian.  "But I think I'd better leave my gun here, you
know how nervous it makes white men, to see an armed squaw."  The two women
laughed at her joke.  Unbuckling her belt, Tonta pulled her knife and put it in
a hidden sheath inside her moccasin, then handed the gun and holster to her
friend.  Mounting her horse, Scout, Tonta started to town.

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The ride to town took Tonta and Scout almost an hour.  Stopping at a small house
on the end of town, that had a 'Doctor' shingle out front, she dismounted and
climbed the porch.  There was a single lamp glowing through the window.  As
Tonta knocked on the door, she decided to use her broken English, people seemed
to be more at ease when she did.  

From inside the door she heard a male voice,  "Who's there."

"You not know me."  Called Tonta.  "But Johnsons hurt bad, need you to come!"

The Door opened and a middle-aged man holding a gun, faced the Indian maid.  His
eyebrows arched as he viewed the lovely young woman, then dropping his gun, he
said,  "Come in, come in and tell me all about the Johnsons."

Tonta entered the house and quickly related the story to the doctor.  Then
added,  "You go to farm, my friend there with young people.  I go, talk to
sheriff, try to find men who hurt girl!"

The doctor had put his coat and hat on, then reached for his gun on the
sideboard.  "Would you hand me the bag on the table young lady?"  He asked
innocently.  As Tonta turned to retrieve the bag, the man reversed the gun in
his hand and clubbed her over the head.  The blow knocked Tonta unconscious and
she fell to the floor.  "Damn it!"  Muttered the doctor, as he trussed up the
limp woman's wrists behind her back and tied her ankles.  Forcing cotton into
her mouth, he secured it, with a strip of tape.  Rolling the maiden onto her
back, he pulled her onto her feet, then hoisted her on his shoulder.  

With her head bobbing against his back and her legs held against his chest, the
man carried Tonta outside.  Taking care, with a skittish Scout, he threw Tonta,
on her stomach across the saddle, then led the horse and its rider into the back
streets of the town.  Stopping in front of a run-down shack, he pulled Tonta off
the horse and back onto his shoulder.  He kicked in the front door of the shack. 
Inside three men sat playing cards.  Scar, had his gun drawn and was pointing it
at the doctor.

"What the hell do you think you're doing busting in here like this?" Yelled
Scar.  Then he saw Tonta.  "And who's the squaw, whose pretty ass is staring at
me?" 

"You fools, I send three of you to kill one girl and you botch the job!!" 
Roared the doctor.  If this Indian hadn't come to me, before she went to the
sheriff, you'd all be in jail now.  Polly is still alive and told her your names
and what you look like!"  

The doctor carried the woman to a filthy bed and threw her onto it.  Her breasts
jiggled inside her vest and her loincloth flew up to reveal the thong that
covered Tonta's sex.  The three thugs gathered around the bed to ogle the pretty
young woman.

Harry's face turned white, as he stared at her,  "I know her.  She's Tonta.  She
rides with the Lone Rangerette!"

"The Lone Rangerette?"  Quizzed his companions.

"Yup, I hear she's some relation to the real Lone Ranger.  She dresses the same,
rides the same big white horse.  And she can draw as fast and shoot as straight,
with either hand, as he could!"

"Well if that's the case, before we go out to the farm, we're going to need a
plan."  Mulled the doctor.  "For the time being, we need all of them alive,
until Amos tells me where he got the gold nugget.  And I think I know how to do
it!  We'll leave the squaw here. If you boys do your job right this time, she'll
be here for you, when we get back."

Scar smiled and licked his lips.  Slipping his hand inside the vest of the
helpless woman he squeezed her firm breast.  The maiden moaned at his touch and
tried to move her mammary away from him.  "The bitch is waking up!"  Said Scar,
drawing his revolver he struck her on the head with the barrel.  Tonta again
collapsed into darkness.

"Damn, don't kill her, a dead Injun this time, isn't a good un."  Chided Shorty.

"Don't worry about her."  Said Doc Harris.  "She's tough.  Now, Harry hitch up
my wagon and bring it back here.  Shorty, go out and get that paint into your
lean-to, before someone spots it and asks questions.  And you, Scar, figure some
way to tie that squaw up so she can't get loose."

Each of the men went about his task, only Scar and the Doc were left inside the
shack.  Scar got a rope off the wall and slipped the loop around the Tonta's
body, until it was just under her breasts and pulled it tight against her back. 
"Help me pick her up Doc.  Just put her over your shoulder, the way you had her
when you came in.  Doc complied, holding the woman as Scar threw the rope over a
rafter.  The weight came off his shoulder, as Scar pulled the rope and suspended
Tonta from the beam.  Her body swung slowly, when the Doc released her, Tonta's
feet were hanging just off the floor.  "There that ought to hold her, until we
git back!"  Crowed Scar.

The two men heard the wagon pull up in front of the shack.  Harry and Shorty
walked into the shack, looking at the hanging Indian woman they nodded their
approval.

Reluctantly turning away from the object of their lust, Harry asked,  "Can you
tell us your plan now, Doc?" 

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Back at the farm, the masked woman and Amos had cleared out the tack-room in the
barn.  Using bales of hay and loose straw to soften it, they had made a bed for
Polly.  The exhausted girl lay sleeping, as the Rangerette and Amos sat drinking
coffee the "Ranger' had brewed on a small heating stove.  The masked woman felt
sorry for the boy.  He grimaced as the hot coffee touched his already burned
lips!  But she knew by now that he wouldn't complain he had even complemented
her on how good the coffee was.

Outside, they heard a wagon approaching.  The Rangerette went to the wall where
her guns hung on a peg and un-holstered one.  Opening the gate and half-cocking
the six-gun.  She rotated the cylinder and checked to make sure she had a full
load of bullets.  Satisfied, she and Amos went to the front of the barn.  "It's
Doc Harris' wagon!"  He said.  "You can't mistake that old ambulance."   The
Rangerette lowered the gun to her side and watched as the unarmed driver
dismounted, the canvas covered wagon, carrying a medical bag.

"Howdy Amos, I brought the wagon just in case we had to take Polly in to town. 
Goodness, boy I need to attend to your burns too."  He said touching Amos face. 
"The Indian didn't say you were hurt this bad.  By the way, masked woman, your
friend Tonta said she would be along with the sheriff as soon as she could. 
Now, where's Polly?"

The two lead the doctor into the tack room.  He went right to the sleeping girl
and sat on the bed next to her.  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the masked
woman replace her gun into its holster on the wall and sit at the table to drink
her coffee.  He reached into his bag, withdrew a pistol and pointed it at Polly! 
"Don't move either of you.  I have a gun aimed at Polly.  I don't want to use
it, but if you force me, I will.  Keep your hands on the table where I can see
them and don't move!"  Keeping his eye on the two he yelled!  "Scar get in here
now!" 

A trio of men walked through the doorway holding guns.  At the first sight of
the masked woman, they stopped and stared.  "I'd heard she was purty."  Said
Harry,  "But that don't even begin to say haw good she looks."  Scar whistled
under his breath and Shorty mocked him.

"Don't get any ideas, boys.  You have the Indian and this one, is mine!  Now tie
them up!"   

Working quickly, the Rangerette and Amos were tied to their chairs.  Extra time
was spent on the masked woman, as her breasts were groped and fondled.  She
squirmed in the chair, but dared not fight the busy hands.  Doc's gun remained
pointed at Polly.

After his henchmen had finished their tasks and the Rangerette and Amos were
secured.  Doc stood up and walked to the table.  Taking the Rangerette's face in
his hand, he looked into her blue eyes.  "I think I'll leave the mask on, it's
sexy.  Soon as I'm done with Amos though, you and I are going to really get
acquainted." 

"You mentioned Tonta, is she all right?  If you've hurt her in any way, you'll
never run far enough to get away from me!"  The masked woman said quietly,
menacingly, through her clenched teeth.

Scar chimed in.  "She's just hanging around waiting for us to git back to her. 
You'd better worry about yourself, bitch!"

"Enough."  Said the Doc as he released The Rangerette's face.  "It's time to do
what we came here for!"

Looking at Amos he said,  "Got your assay back a couple of days ago.  That
'rock' was gold, almost pure gold. When you tell me where you found it, I'll
turn you and your little wife loose.  And you can go back to where you came
from."  The Doc watched the young man's face, but couldn't tell what he was
thinking.  "Well Amos, what do you say?" 

"I say, I think you'll kill us as soon as I tell you.  So do what you want to me
I'm not talking!"

"Oh Amos, I have no plans to hurt you.  Not while I have her!"

Both Amos and the Rangerette looked toward the bed as they heard Polly scream. 
Harry and Shorty had pulled her from the bed and held the girl between them. 
The girls' face was a mask of pure terror.  Her worst nightmare was recurring
and she was awake.  Scar walked behind the trio and taunted,  "Did you miss us
Missus?" 

As Polly screamed, Amos yelled,  "Take your filthy hands off her, don't hurt
her!  I'll tell you what you want to know. But just leave Polly alone!  

With a wave of Doc's hand, the girl was thrown back on the bed, where she
collapsed into a sobbing ball.  "Alright Amos, I knew you would be cooperative,
where did you find the nugget?" 

"In the old dry creek-bed on the south forty.  I marked the spot with a pile of
rocks."

"That's fine Amos, just fine."  Chided the Doc.  "It's almost daybreak.  Harry,
Shorty, why don't you ride to the creek-bed and see if the marker is there.  If
it is, our time here is finished and this couple can be on their way.  I'm sure
they've seen all the Wild West they want to.  Now, get going and get back here
as soon as you can.  Scar and I will keep our guests entertained, while you're
gone!"

The two men left the barn and the sound of the wagon could be heard as it rolled
away.  

"Scar, put a couple of extra ropes around Amos, just in case he tries to break
loose."  Doc directed.  

"How about the masked woman?"   Asked Scar, as he finished wrapping Amos with
more rope.

"I'm going to untie her."

"What if she gets away?  Harry told you how good she is with her guns!"

"She won't try, as long as you have your gun on sweet Polly."  Answered the Doc. 
"You see she, like the real Lone Ranger, is honorable.  And if her actions were
to get Polly hurt, she would have to live with it for the rest of her life.  If
you try anything, you know Scar will kill the girl.  Right, Miss Rangerette?"

The masked woman glared at the doctor.  He knew her moral code too well.  She
was obviously at his mercy, unless they let their guard down.  Slowly she nodded
her head.

"Good, now that we under stand one another."  The Doc continued.  "Scar get on
the bed and don't take your gun away from the girls' head!"  Scar did as he was
told.  

Doc untied the Rangerette, then stepped back and said,  "Take off your boots,
then you can stand up, my dear." 

The masked woman slipped the chair back, pulled off her boots and placed them
under the table.  Standing, she faced her tormentor.

"Excellent.  Now remove your shirt and trousers, slowly!"

The heroine unbuckled her belt, then unbuttoned her pants, pushing slowly she
worked them over the swell of her full hips and down her tapered legs, until
finally she stood up and kicked them off.  The tail of the shirt just covered
her pubic area.  

Next she untied the lacing at the neck of her shirt and as her shirt was lifted,
the Doc could see that she wore no undergarments.  Her pubic hair had been
shaven to a thin line above her clit, that would explain why her pants looked
like a second skin, they were.  

As her massive breasts fell from the constriction of the shirt, they bounced
ever so slightly.  However as large as they were they didn't sag.  They stood
proud atop the woman's chest and the nipples now exposed to the cold air in the
barn, became hard and visibly grew.  

Pulling the shirt over her head the woman tossed it on her pants and stared at
the Doc defiantly.  She was clad only in her socks and the red kerchief at her
neck.

The Doc's breath quickened noticeably, looking at the woman.  Never had he been
in the presence of such beauty.  Her body was the type that men painted or
sculpted for others to enjoy.  But here and now she was all his to do with as he
pleased.  

"Come here and take off my clothes!"  He ordered the heroine.  He could feel her
hatred as she stood looking at him.  

The Rangerette's cheeks flushed bright red, both from embarrassment and anger. 
She knew Scar was watching her debasement and Amos, though he wasn't watching
could hear what was being said.  Over the doctor's shoulder, she could see Scar,
if the Rangerette didn't obey Doc, Scar would kill Polly.

Moving to Doc, she took his hat off and laid it on a chair.  She walked behind
him and slipped his coat off and hung it on the chair.  Next she went back to
his front and untied his string tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it out of
his trousers.  As she started to walk behind him again, he caught her arm.  

"Take it off from the front!"  He ordered.  She pushed the shirt over his
shoulders and as she pulled it down his back her breasts rested on his chest. 
The feel of her magnificent chest against his, made Doc's prick pulsate harder. 
As she knelt down to finish pulling the sleeves off his arms, he pushed his
covered member against her face.  She snapped her head back and looked up at his
cruel smile.  

The masked woman unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs and over his
boots.  Dressed in only his cotton BVD's and boots the doctor waited for the
heroine to pull his drawers down.  When she hesitated he growled,  "Well, finish
it damn it!  What are you waiting for?"  Resigned, the masked woman hooked her
fingers in the waistband and pulled them down.  His rigid prick sprang out,
waving menacingly in her face.  

"Hold my cock!"  He ordered.  "But be careful, one mistake and Polly dies!!" 
The Rangerette reached out and cupped her tormentors' dick in her soft hand,
then slowly ran her hand over and around it.    

"Put it in your mouth, suck it and get it wet!"  She heard him say.  Closing her
eyes and trying to ignore the smell, she opened her lips and allowed his dick to
enter her mouth.  The engorged head stretched her mouth and the salty taste of
dried piss made her want to retch.  She tried to pull away from the vile thing,
but he grabbed her head and forced it deeper into her mouth.  As her glands
started to salivate, some of the pressure eased.  He continued his assault on
her velvety mouth; she learned to move with him, using the pressure of her
tongue to stop him from going deeper and choking her.  

"God."  He groaned.  "You are a natural cock-sucker.  Suck me you beautiful
bitch!"  As he looked down Doc could see her lips and cheeks expanding to
accommodate his cock.  It was an erotic sight and almost caused him to cum in
her mouth, but he wanted to be in her pussy, when he came the first time. 
Pulling his dick out of her mouth caused an audible pop, from the suction she
had on him.  

He pulled her to her feet and turned her so that her back was to him, then
shoved her face down on the table.  He kicked her feet, until she spread her
legs.  Now he could see her pink labia, waiting to be raped.

The woman lay on the table, her breasts smashed under her.  She looked at Amos'
face.  Tears of helplessness streamed down his cheeks.  "This bastard was going
to pay for this!"  She thought.  "She had vowed never to kill, but in his case
she would make an exception!"  

She felt him at her untouched vagina.  Then savagely she felt him drive his
massive cock into her.  She screamed from the pain, as he ruptured her hymen,
destroying her virginity.  Unable to contain her emotions, she sobbed openly as
the Doc ravaged her.

Doc felt a certain pride, as he heard his victim scream.  What ever happened
after this, he would have the knowledge that he had taken the virginity of a
legend.  Looking down, he could see his blood-covered dick as it sawed in and
out of the sobbing heroine.  Reaching under her he grabbed a breast in each hand
and forced her up to his chest, as he mauled her tits and nipples.  

Feeling the urge growing in his scrotum, he released her boobs and grabbed onto
her hips, as he quickened the pace of his fucking.  The spasm exploded through
his body, as he spurted his seed deep into the masked woman's womb!  Her tight
canal was sucking on his dick and forcing every drop of cum from his balls.  

Exhausted he slumped forward, throwing his weight on the Rangerette's back. 
Breathing heavily, he left his spent dick inside her soft sheath.  As he
listened to the soft crying of the deflowered heroine, he drifted off to sleep.

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In town Tonta regained consciousness.  Her head ached and her body was numb. 
She realized that she was suspended, with her hands and ankles tied.  Her mouth
was dry from whatever was stuffed inside it.  Steeling herself, she pulled her
legs up, until she could reach inside her moccasin and hold her hidden knife
with three fingers.  Working slowly, she slipped the knife out.  Turning it
until it touched the bonds on her wrists, she started cutting taking care not to
drop the knife.  After what seemed an eternity, the bonds cut and her hands were
free.

Carefully she pulled her hands in front of her and pushed the knife under the
rope around her chest.  Strand by strand, the sharp knife sliced through the
rope, until it separated and Tonta fell to the floor.  She lost her balance and
fell forward.  Dropping the knife, she landed on her hands to break the fall. 
Retrieving the knife, Tonta rolled to her back and sat up.  Reaching between her
knees, she freed her ankles.  Sitting on the floor Tonta rubbed the feeling back
into her arms and legs, until she could stand.  

Tonta could now take stock of where she was and what had happened to her.  The
last thing she remembered was reaching for the doctors' bag.  Then there was a
sharp pain in her head.  She awoke here, but this obviously wasn't the doctors'
house.  The interior of the shack was filthy and smelled of stale whiskey,
cigars and sweat or piss.  Whoever lived here cared nothing for cleanliness. 
Walking carefully on shaky legs, Tonta tried the door and found it unlocked. 
Opening it she walked out into the clean night air.  As she walked out she heard
a nicker in the lean-to attached to the shack.  Looking in she saw Scout still
saddled and munching on some hay.

Elated Tonta led him onto the road and mounted.  Riding a short time she found
her way to the main street of Brazos and looked for the sheriffs' office.  In
the middle of the small town she located it, but there was no one in the office. 
Checking the windows of the cells from Scouts back, she found them all empty. 
With no prisoners the sheriff was probably sleeping in his home.  Tonta felt
that her friend and the Johnsons were in trouble and wasting no more time she
turned Scout and headed back to the farm.

Urging her trusty steed, the Indian raced along the road, until she arrived at
the grove of trees where she and the Rangerette had started to camp.  Leaving
Scout there, she continued on foot.  If something were wrong, they would hear
the hoof-beats, if she rode in on horseback.  Topping the hill above the farm,
everything looked all right.  Silver and Amos' horses were in the corral beside
the barn and a light glowed in the barn.  But still Tonta felt something was
just not right.

Running low she crossed the distance to the barn.  On the corral fence, she saw
Silvers' saddle.  The saddlebags and bedroll were still on it.  Opening the
saddlebag, she retrieved her gunbelt.  She buckled it on her hip and tied the
holster to her thigh.  Reaching into her moccasin, she pulled her knife and
replaced it in her scabbard on her belt.  Unholstering her gun she quietly
checked the load then put it back.  

On tiptoe she worked her way along the wall of the barn until she reached the
outside door of the tackroom.  Peeking through a crack, what she saw confirmed
her suspicions.  Amos' back was to her and he was tied to a chair.  The next
sight chilled her.  She could see the profile of the nude Rangerette, the top
half of her body rested on the tabletop and her widespread legs were standing on
the floor, with Doctor Harris lying on top of her, in the same position.  And
his penis appeared to be inside her friend.  The doctors' soft snoring told her
that he was sleeping.  The Rangerette would not allow any man to violate her
without a fight, so there had to be more in the room than Tonta could see from
this angle.

Tonta moved to the front doors of the barn.  Taking care she looked inside, but
could see no one.  Moving inside she slipped to the doorway that led into the
tackroom.  From this angle she could see Polly lying on the makeshift bed and
beside her lay a man with a gun.  "That's how they compromised Kemo Sabe." 
Thought Tonta.  "They held the threat of Pollys' life over her head!"  Realizing
that rushing into the room could get Polly shot, Tonta climbed into the loft of
the barn.  From there she could see both doorways, into the barn and the
tackroom.  She decided that the Rangerette need to know that she was nearby, so
she gave the screech of a Barn Owl.  After a few minutes she repeated it.

The Rangerette lay quietly.  Her composure had returned, but she could not
figure a way to get to her guns on the wall, about ten feet behind her.  Even
though the 
Doc slept soundly on her back, snoring and drooling on her.  Scar was still
awake and had kept his eye on her nude form.  She had faked sleep for an hour
and watched him through squinted eyes. 

A reassuring sound drifted into the room.  A Barn Owls' screech.  Moments later,
another.  Tonta was somewhere in the barn.  She must have some idea of what was
going on or she would've burst into the room by now.  In the distance she could
faintly hear the sound of the wagon returning.  If she were going to do
something it would have to be soon, but what?

As if answering her, Scar stood up and keeping his eye on her stepped off the
bed and walked to the outside door.  Opening it, he holstered his gun and
unbuttoned his pants.  He worked his dick out of his pants and quickly the sound
of his pissing could be heard.

"It's now or never!" Thought the masked woman.  Bringing her arms under her
shoulders, she pushed off the table using all her strength.  The Doc flew
backward and the second she felt his weight leave her back, the Rangerette
turned and felt his dick pull from her vagina.  Not pausing she ran for her
guns.  She could hear Scar hollering behind her.  As she pulled her gunbelt off
the peg, she heard the report of his gun and two slugs slammed into the wall to
her right.  She wheeled to her left and pulled a gun from its well-oiled holster
with her right hand.  Crouching she shot from the hip as Scar fired again.  His
bullet thudded harmlessly into the wall, hers smashed into his gun and sent it
flying from his numbed hand!

Both her guns were in her practiced hands now and she watched both men.  "Doc,
stand up and pull your pants on!  Then get over by Scar!"  She ordered.

"I heard a wagon outside."  Said Doc.  "How are you going to watch all four of
us?"  He asked with a smirk.  "Just give me your guns and I'll forget all about
this."

Her gun spit fire from the barrel and the slug kicked dirt on Docs' exposed
penis and scrotum as it hit the dirt floor in front of him.  Leaping to his
feet, Doc pulled his drawers and pants up and held them up with his hand. 
Moving quickly he crossed to where Scar nursed his hand.

From the barn they heard Harry's' voice.  "What's going on in there?  Are you
all right Boss?"  Before Doc could answer, the sound of a ruckus came from the
barn.  Then quiet returned to the barn.  Harry and Shorty walked into the
tackroom.  The Rangerette turned one of her guns on them, then saw that they
held their hand above their heads and that their holsters were empty.  The two
stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of the naked masked woman.  Their eyes
roamed over her lush body and dwelt on her massive breasts.  Their attention was
diverted when Tonta came up behind them with her drawn gun and shoved them
toward their friends.  

With the four bunched before the masked woman's guns, she said.  "Tonta untie
Amos."

Tonta used her knife and cut the ropes off Amos.  As soon as he was free, Amos
rushed to Pollys' side and tried with soothing words to calm her.  The firing of
the weapons in the room had not helped her shattered nerves.  Within minutes
Amos had calmed her down and she lay resting on the bed.

"Amos, will you help Tonta tie these outlaws up?"  Asked the Rangerette.

"It'll be my pleasure."  Said the young man.   

Moments later the four were bound securely and lined up against the wall.  Doc
had been allowed to finish dressing before they tied him.  

Tonta looked at her friend.  "Are you going to run around in your birthday suit
all night?"  She asked jokingly.

"No, I'll be back in a while if you'll hold this bunch."  Not waiting for an
answer, she crossed the room and picked up her gunbelt and replaced her guns in
their holsters, then picked up her clothing and boots.  Without looking back,
she left the barn and walked to the horse-trough.         

Arranging her clothing, the masked woman pulled her socks off and untied her
kerchief, then added them to the pile.  Dipping her hands into the water, she
sipped  water into her mouth and swished it around, then spat it out.  She
repeated this action again and again, until the taste of Docs' penis was gone. 
Stepping into the trough, she reached for the soap then sat in the cold water
and scrubbed every inch of her body.  Finally using two fingers, she worked them
inside her sore vagina and cleaned the vaginal walls as far as she could reach,
until she could not feel the stickiness of his sperm any longer.  

After lying in the water for a bit, the heroine stood up and stepped out of the
trough.  Grabbing the towel she dried her body.  Picking up her shirt she pulled
it over her head and pulled the laces tight and retied them.  Next were her
socks, then her pants.  As she pulled them up and stuffed her shirt in, the seam
of the crotch rubbed against her sensitive labia.  "Hopefully that will go away
in a few days."  She thought.  She ignored the discomfort, buttoned her pants
and buckled her belt.  She slipped her boots on and tied her kerchief.  Reaching
her gunbelt she buckled it on and pushed the holsters down on her hips where
they felt comfortable.  Pulling her right hand gun she ejected the spent shells
and reloaded, then reholstered the weapon.  Putting her hat on her head
completed the outfit.  

Tonight had been a hard lesson.  From this day forward she knew that her morals
and her sex could be used against her.  She would never drop her guard around a
man again.  Holding her chin up she walked back to the barn.  Stopping at the
corral she saddled Silver and led him to the front of the barn.  Leaving him
there. She walked into the barn.   As she entered the tackroom she saw the
troubled look on Tonta's face.

"What's wrong?"

"Ask him."  Tonta said and pointed at Doc.

Doc stepped forward and even though his hands were tied behind him, stood
proudly with his chest stuck out and his legs spread in a defiant manner.

"The fun's over masked woman.   You can let us go now, if you don't every outlaw
in the west to know that you've lost your virginity and how as a bonus, I made
you suck my cock!  You won't kill me, because it's against your code.  So you'll
have to let us go to keep us from talking!"

He didn't see her draw, the gun just seemed to appear in her hand.  Walking to
him she rammed the barrel against his penis.  "Listen to me, all of you."  She
spoke to the men, in a quiet forceful voice.  "If word of what happened tonight
goes beyond this room!  If I ever hear any of you have said anything!  I will
shoot your balls off and cut your penis off with Tonta's knife, then I'll
cauterize the wounds with black powder from my bullets!  You won't die, but
you'll wish you could!  Do you understand me?"  Looking at the four men she
waited until all shook their head in acknowledgement.

"Good, put them in the wagon Tonta, I'll be with you in a bit." 

As Tonta marched the desperados out of the tackroom, the Rangerette went to the
bed and sat with Amos and Polly.  "Are you going to be all right?"  She asked
Polly.

The girl looked her in the eye and nodded.

"You know that you'll have to go to town and testify against Doc and his gang in
court?

Again Polly nodded.

"You have to be the bravest girl I've met."  The Rangerette commended the girl. 
"To go through what you have and still want to see justice done.  I'm very proud
of you." 

"And so am I!"  Said Amos, beaming at his wife.

"Will you stay on at the farm, Amos?"  Quizzed the masked woman.

"Now that it's worth a fortune, we'd be fools to leave."  Amos declared.

"Well I wish the two of you the best.  You've earned it.  Tonta and I will take
the gang to town now.  Maybe we'll meet again in the future.  Good-bye."  The
woman turned on her heel and left the room.  A few minutes later the couple
heard the wagon drive off.

"Do you think we'll ever see Tonta and her again?"  Polly asked Amos.

"I'm sure if we need her she'll be there!"  He answered and kissed Polly.

The End